Weed ended the whisper with SwordNoob.
‘Who should I take?’
The Travellers of the Wilderness Guild!
A minority elite group of Armen Kingdom. A guild he estimated as having many unknown high-level users.
It was a guild Weed was a member of, but he hadn’t looked at the guild chat window for a while. It was turned off because the guild members frequently chatted idly amongst themselves! It was also a burden due to fact that he didn’t know anyone well enough to invite just one person from the Travellers of the Wilderness guild.
Just then, a whisper from Pale came.
– Weed-nim, you said you were getting one mercenary, right? Will you perhaps take one Shaman?
– What kind of Shaman are they?
– Her skill proficiency and utilization are to the point of being ridiculous. She is the most famous Shaman in Morata. She’s being a really big help even in party hunting together. I said spoke about Weed-nim just now, and she said she really wants to go.
Weed recalled his time as a beginner, when he hadn’t been playing Royal Road for very long.
‘I party hunted with a Shaman in the City of Heaven, Lavias.’
An unforgettable name. Dain.
She was exactly his ideal woman. It was difficult to say what exactly he liked, but his time together with her had been enjoyable. They talked a lot while dungeon hunting with just the two of them, and they had clicked even when they were hunting.
‘Although she left to undergo surgery… is she doing well now?’
Since there was no word, he could only hope for her wellbeing.
Weed brushed off thoughts of the past and spoke.
– It seems too dangerous a place for a Shaman to come.
A Priest-type profession was fundamentally a big help in party hunting, but they couldn’t protect themselves.
– Please convey my apologies for not being able to do it together.
– No. It can’t be helped.
He couldn’t call Hegel. If he called him, the news would soon spread all over through the Black Lions’ Guild.
The Thief Nide wasn’t an alternative, either.
‘A Thief is a profession with a lot of uses in a dungeon.’
A stereotype where Thieves or Assassins were vulnerable in a melee match!
Since he was getting a mercenary to help him in battle, a hiding, ambushing profession was unsuitable.
‘If it’s the strongest person I know, there’s only her…’
Weed recalled Seoyoon in his mind.
She, whose blade sliced up most monsters! A Berserker who grew stronger as the battle continued.
She had an outrageous level, and her utilization of skills was rapid.
The Berserker Seoyoon!
It would be the safest if she was here.
However, Weed shook his head.
His trust in Seoyoon was kindling a little, but it was too much to ask her to help him with a dangerous quest that had absolutely nothing to do with her.
‘Besides, I don’t even know where she is right now, and it would take lots of time if she were to come all the way here.’
He couldn’t get anyone he knew from around Sur Kingdom.
Weed made his decision.
“Call Death Knight!”
Death Knight Van Hawk appeared with smoke.
Since he’d been with him for a long time, he was used to meeting even Death Knight’s savage eyes.
“Did you call, Master.”
“Yes. Work has arrived.”
“I will knock down whomever it may be,” was steadfast Death Knight’s cry.
Weed turned his head and looked at Smith.
“If it’s Death Knight, we will not need another mercenary.”
Smith had not been that alarmed even when Death Knight had appeared.
“Seems like Death Knight can protect us. But the alcohol?”
Weed briefly opened his rucksack and pulled out several bottles of beer. There were dozens of beer bottles, he also had considerable amount of whiskey and wines. There was no need to purchase liquor separately, and if it was urgent, he could distill alcohol at any time.
Since there’s always a chance he could be called to leave for an adventure, he prepared plenty of bandages, a whetstone, or herbs and the like.
He was done with preparation for departure anytime..
“Let us go.”
“Alright.”
Weed took the lead first, and Smith followed behind. The bodies of the two vanished completely with the black gate.
Ruuuuuuumble!
As the gate disappeared, the shaking of Count Savoid’s mansion gradually faded.
* * *
The scattered corpses of monsters!
Fragments of monsters fell whenever Seoyoon swung her greatsword.
The monsters who ambushed from hiding beneath the earth or assaulted by falling from trees!
Seoyoon simply swung her sword.
Every time her blade flashed, monsters turned to grey light.
In the past, she had fought to forget everything. While dripping wet with sweat, if she could fight, then it was enough, and she would blindly run towards a monster group.
The fate of Berserkers who grew stronger the more they shed blood!
‘This place is too weak.’
A Berserker had the characteristic of drawing enemies and monsters.
A group of monsters gathered in Seoyoon’s location. Her footsteps were naturally drawn to a place where there were increasingly stronger monsters.
The absolute sense of a Berserker who sought blood and battle.
When there was a Berserker, the place would quickly become a battlefield with ceaseless screams.
The high-level hunting ground renowned even in the North, Maban’s Forest!
Monsters were running en masse to Seoyoon’s location.
‘Nobody loves me.’
Although it was she who had thrown herself into battle so her past wouldn’t resurface, now her heart didn’t hurt compared to the past.
‘Friend…’